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I really do wish clothing could change me fantastically into a library princess with all the riches and animals and and plants and good food in the world but then again I am content with the characterization of that princess through clothing. And I really do wish sometimes clothing could change my life but it already has by giving me the possibility of playing dress up and walking around pretending I am a forties teen ghost in the seventies. Eventually the clothing I pick out wishing I could be such and such, in reality never changes me because those characterizations are part of my person; who I want to be is also who I am. Clothing opens so many possibilities for me and it has always cushioned my depressions because of it and it makes me so, so happy. Realising this, realising who I am has lessened my greed to own things just to own them and the past two years I have carefully picked out things I only really truly want and haven’t regretted one purchase since. I’ve given up on feeling guilty for the huge dress up box that is my wardrobe, because how could I ever make myself feel guilty over something I love so much?

(Especially considering my mostly second hand wardrobe is in sync with my ideologies on consumption.)

Having the possibility of dressing up is an awesome soft and reassuring cushion to fall back on during depression, whether it’s a character because I don’t want to be myself or just a simple play of pattern and colour. Lately it’s been mostly the latter and I’m starting to feel bored and anxious in an exciting way because I can’t wait to get to life again! ☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆ ♡(●⌒∇⌒●)♡ ☆彡 ★彡 ☆彡 ★彡

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I love this!! I’m trying to do this, where I only buy something if I absolutely love it; we’ll see how that goes. Anyway, I agree, clothes are a magical way to transform a mood, and I wish more people could see them as being something other than frivolous and only for girls!

The plants are so pretty here btw! I tried very desperately to have plants, read books on how to best care for them, sprayed their leaves with water and soap everyday to try and keep the bugs away, etc; but I still ended up killed them all ｡･ﾟﾟ･(>д<)･ﾟﾟ･｡

This so perfectly describes the feelings I’ve had about clothes but never really been able to put into words. Its a way to explore and express the different sides of my personality, in addition to being really fun! Thank you!

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I enjoy the beauty of vain trifles – so they seem. Of fashion, of books because they do more than keep us warm (or terribly cold). And I might muse and mutter about it on this blog, part of the internet which has become alienating and often terrifying; who listens in this chaos? I’m just trying to keep warm.